.. that would explain his growing lust. Whether she had always wanted him, or just being in closed, close proximity to him had accelerated it, she was...horny now ... and she wanted him.Juan reached down and opened the button on the top of his pants, his eyes never leaving her face. She did not move or react, other than her eyes snapping to his hands and what they were doing.He slid down the zipper, his cock forming an obvious bulge under his hand. He could hear Connie’s breathing now. He noticed. I looked at her a bit funny, knowing she didn't much care for beer. She smiled. "Staying in character." As the night got old, the drinks kept flowing and soon we were feeling no pain. We danced several times and I got quite used to Penny leading, and to the feel of the short skirt swirling around my legs. I must have been really drunk, because it seemed like after awhile I was looking up at Penny. Just after midnight, the costume judging was to begin. As we left the dance floor, I. I knew that he didn't have a mistress to share, so that was not a concern. I didn't say you were not to screw. I bet that if your sister were around she could recruit one of her friends to give you a pity piece of pussy at least. That would have been fine. Who says that it has to be a male member of the family who gets the scion son some tail for his eighteenth?” She paused and then spoke so softly that I had to do the replay in my head to confirm what I heard. But yes, she indeed had. "I love you, you know." I know, Pip-squeak. I love you, too." Brandon?" she started again after a few minutes of silence."Yeah, Sis?" Good night, big brother," she whispered softly, then wiggled herself closer to his body."Good night, precious little sister," he returned, softly kissing the crown of her head. Within minutes, both were asleep, happily lost in their new-found closeness and budding intimacy.The next day was one of discovery, excitement, and elation for the two. Their sailing trip.